Hold on love

What's meant,
Bleeds bliss...
Rim around,
Undone.
Run
Love.
Grab for hold...
Let.
Never.
Go...

Wire

High rise.
Balanced climb,
Winds shift...
Sway.
Lines lie.
Unsettling descret.
Whom do seek.
Step.
Toe tip...
Slip.

naps inbetween

http://open.spotify.com/track/5jtbbkTh7x4UeMVAvF2KaI

Keep me cold,
A little bit low.
Battered and bruised.....
I love the blues,
the broken hearts. 
And same shit scenes,
Gotta get my fix,
Buzz on boozes...
Plummet past,
Last year...
Anything but peace.

For Winnie

For all that was lost...
we find again.
within a you and a me.
a past and present.
future reverie.
rest now love...
i'll carry your burdens.
shoulder your hurt.
mend your soul...
paint your dreams,
with colors and glee.
i'll weave anew,
Love and content,
to mend your heart.
All but again.

Nights.

its a cut throat kind of feel.
where pain ain't real.
blood's just seeping on through.
a too late,
turn page.
where reverse comes true.

Foretold upon relevance

Layer after layer...
An unearthing distress.
Depth and beauty.
Tainted by flesh.
Realms of vast
Soul let keep....
Heart poise hung,
Loosely wise young she.

Grumpy.....

Rain down and pour on out calamity heart.... I'll be bleeding red.

Not Meant.

Much of too...
Why....
How...
do.
diverse,
Distract...
enact.
plains of vain.
much of distant.

Days and Memories

She awaits in vain,
Ore fields and planes,
amidst the rain...
Steady is as grace.
A calming cool,
one meant to soothe.
Harbored hurt,
Oh how minds do,
Race and boom.
Though torn and scorn,
Five years returned.
A past,
A life,
A once was....
A now become.
find peace and dust,
And ease of thought.
Let fall your tears,
Beneath the locus
And tea cups...

R.I.P

there's a ticking to a pulse,
where so,
false been true.
a lining of silver.
slices right on through.
bear brave love...
moments and memories,
come to pass,
hold true...
roots.
temper patience.
extinguish hurt,
calm your heart.
anger,
let fall.
breathe...
for today...
Memento Vivere....

Begin

the concept of up,
ever is down.
near to far.
is as does.
did have done.
do, but of.
backwards incline.
round about,
come clean...
begin an undone

Cam, Calls...

Outsiders give care...
significance never nar.
ever do dare.
How a why...
Did have I.
Simplicity....
Movie sofa sit.
Comfort and care...
All but a fable's tale.

Cheap

stagnant heart,
ignorant remarks,
delayed delight...
hindsight...
all but a pawn shop trade.

Escape

Nacho Inspirations, emotional clutter fucks and a need for change.....

Stars

Belated Birthday

Cafe Booths

There’s an age of riffle and strife.
Complexity meant not to be.
Hearts poured out…
Come now,
Blood lust…
Pavement need not be stain.
Users take, go
The poor, left tired and worn.


paid in coins...
food or laundry.


Fronts, crumble to dust

Romantics turn bitter…


Happy endings surrender
Midnight café sits…
Tunes hum and drone on
wedding parties stumble.
forever held its peace.


Emotions swirl…
Hollow hurt.



Moments are meant to happen once. Why then do we relish, cherish and mourn… naïve attempts to hold on and remember. At times, those are the very moments we hold onto and can’t seem to get over. Years will come and go and we still allow those long ago times to corrode away. I miss nancy. I miss my youth. I miss feeling home. I miss a home that never felt like a home. I miss a home where I was more of an outlier then part of it. I’ve always felt disconnected in a way. Set apart. Maybe that’s why I drive into love and relationship… even if its unhealthy or terrible. Feeling like I belong to something, someone… like I can matter, for whatever amount, to an anything… I let it consume me. I let myself give it anything. The temporary feelings are the moments I relish. More so… its because that’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve learned to eat salt and smile… Happiness is such an endeavoring battle… blistered and burned. I come out hurt and worn. We carry on and power through… they say life is a journey. My journey has ever been none. Just let me be…

Austin

Rambles

so i'm a whirlwind of a hot mess even on my better days... trust me, that's my personal best yo. i don't have a yes or a no, a why to a how or an answer that may or may not suit your prying needs or questions ... haven't yet come to a conclusion myself. I never know what's up or down... or even if my universe is still turning when i'm at a stand still pace... I'll piss you off, i'll annoy you, i'll get moody and emotional for no reason then cry over a simple thing like a pickle..??? i'll confuse you, i'll hate you, i'll get wolfy and throw sassy pant tantrums, say fuck you then run up and hug you, i'll up and leave, i'll disappear and never tell you where i am, i'll make you wanna throat punch me, i'll unintentionally get you to like me more then you should... you'll laugh, cry, scream, resent, mourn, love, hate, hope, want, everything inbetween over me. All i gotta say is... good luck folks.

Diddly da's

cycles and circles... repetitive patterns all but again.

Bike Ride Babbles

Silence has an amusing way of entertaining hushed thoughts and feelings… at times even to the point of provoking them to light. Almost like a surreal surface of warfare where closure and curious greed collide and burst. Even in the hustle and bustle of everyday common life… in the intimate hours of your comatose state… there’s a hushed lull that corrodes at your very being. It’s not always a question of why and how… more so the wonderment of who. Sometimes I reflect on the matters of the “who” or the “what” and inevitably wonder why I find a hollow emptiness within. Is it the people and/or person that my very core aches for or is it the time and place where feelings meshed into the memories that I consequently miss. In all its abstract ways…it's an unsettling perplexity of nonchalant bullshit. Vivacious hopes fade just as swiftly as a comment or remark alters your feelings or views directed towards a person, place or thing. In all honesty… we're our own epitome of human intellect and destined flaws. We hope, we love, we grieve, we covet, we fear, we over analyze, we inquire, we discover, we hate, we shy away, we resist, we forgive, we are indeed the most perfect imperfection amongst the fickle yet divinely constant life forms here. In a world where literally anything is possibly possible... we are ultimately small and tiny.... the prospect of the potential possibility of a chance becomes our undoing. We have moved so far away from what the humans were designed for. Power comes to the person who cares less... blaze attempts of psychological games of delayed replies via texts are far from rare. Cheers to detached and impersonal forms of interaction. Spectrums of similar appearances as to being carefree and indifference take way… either because there’s lack of care or conscious efforts to conceal true depth. Fuck deciphering the later of the two. So the question arises once more… is it the “who” or the “what.” Then again, it may very well be the you of I in your steadfast life.

Grooves yo.

Kassie Girl

hmmm

Little Deeds....

Cute Cute

cozy content
muted hum
ear drum
page eye read
ironic happenings
want for a need.

Chain-Link

Nice boy,
flighty girl...
sincere hope,
wayward mope.
kind, oh give...
obligate, owe.
false of face.
run.
go.

Lazy daze

dipper dapper
dabble... bap
sleepy sleep
nap nap nap

Twin

sore is as sight
eye of two,
double split.
DNA... two
lavish lust,
immerse,
immense.

Spring Cheer

solar polar
radiant lust,
spring of coming
harbored bliss.
mourn, foreboding
winter's kiss.
come round.
kindred miss

Spring Moods

chitter
chatter
life a buzz!
spring of sprung
warmth begun.
moods shifting,
apparel, none.
costs.
hung.

Dumbass

Savages!
thieving dirt scum,
divergent, distract.
conclusion gone wrong.
chase an escape.
red hand distaste.
eye for a lie.
hit and run

Alcohol And The One Night Stands

faux of heart
obsolete
sincere perks,
cheap drinks.
wink or nudge
late night discreet.
hollow hearts.
unearthed grief.

Penny for your thought.....!?!?!?!?

"Is 'now' a split second in time, or is it a vast expansion of sensation? Is it a new 'now', or the same old 'now' where you've always been?"


So.... i saw this posted and it made me ponder about a bit. Definitely going to indulge in the bliss of interesting thoughts.

Alcoholic Blues

I of me,
fickle discreet
char of heart.
mistaken mar
rope...
oh hold,
let of go.
all, but everything

Sting.

So it still stings.... piff

Does it mean i haven't moved on? Perhaps... Then again i believe that those innocent first loves never really or truly leave you. A part of you still searches for tiny glimpses of that significant person in others or common place things. Moments and memories inspired by the two of you shape and create the possible habits of the present day you. Maybe that's why i find myself drawn to select individuals.... More so because i know in the deepest and most personal parts of me, i'm still holding on. I don't need to elaborate for anyone... per say, if i were to be with anyone now; the whole being faithful.... P.s. "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets" Titanic ~ ha... terrible reference, but there's a subtle truth to it. For those intellectually sound and/or mature enough to understand that.

Best Regards.

Fight

Flicker filter, light.
Dream like you.
Cut throat knife.
Anything for you….
Comma state,
Kiss awake.
Divert divergent.
Escape.

~

At times, our minds wander into the far reaches of extremity where limbo replicates suppressed inner desires or fears; allowing our dreams to take way and work as movie pixel images to help conclude and sort inner turmoils. Regardless if it may be of positive and/or negative origins, there is a provoking act of the "i of you;" in other words... depending on if you're governed by your own logical limitations even in the dream realm or have complete and utter control. For me... my dreams have always been restless and vivid. Sensory is as profoundly surreal as it would be if i were to be awake. Making it such, that my nights become this perpetual wheel of highs and lows leaving me emotional drained in the morning hours. Even as i carry on in my wake, my mind will continue to wander and search for a seek. Fumbling though the intended logic between morality and human discreet. In this case... hearts yearn for its ache.

Best Regards.

Sam ~

(Origins and core thoughts of Petty Hearts)

Yup.

Corona, dash of salt and a drop of lime... brandy seeps through, whiskey low blues.

Blue

table turn,
clock.
tick tock.
bright eyes...
sincere discreet.
hold for a halt.
exhale.
reverse heart

Faith

Fears hold truth,
Brewing...
Is as darkness,
A once upon a time you.
Crucible heart...
Mar and disarm.
Present tense blues....
7 steps and a leap of faith,
Terrors of the night,
Demonic attempts...
Oh such strife...
Prayers and pleas.
Escape and heed.
Alpha is as my omega.
Divine constance...
Soul to keep.
For I am,
Of human flesh.
Renounced.
Forgive...
Harbor spirit,
Life anew...
live

Light

Tell me there's hope and futuristic worth in the deeds of right doing.... pray there is.

Don't Listen (Teaser Demo)

Teaser Demo for my Valentine...!

Superman.

corner round oh light,
life falter halt,
churn of rusted heart,
gears go grind
dust...
ashen memories.
hope

She

She walks with beauty,

Poise of stone.

Nonchalant endeavor,

Interpret, unbiased bliss.

churn oh churn 

turn of yearning. 

sore eye glimpse. 

Ignite.

simmer simmer
saunter taunt.
breeding lust
smolder fuss
hearts.
star dust

Lights....

Just Grumpy.